Floating like a bee,
But the sting is not what I expected.
Arms are heavy.
My knees may see weakness,
But they will not bow.
Rather,
I see the world in another type of glow.
The honey is so sweet,
But not the sound of the screech.
Not once,
But twice,
The wings have flapped,
Hoping to reach another plane
Or skyscraper
To take it all in.
The smell of air,
But not the airy smell.
I am put under a spell
But I find it
Oh
So
Hard
To
Spell.
Time ticks,
And the chalk does not dry.
The world is all about try.
Try.
Try.